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Troy bent his head and tenderly kissed Carla. His hand came up and touched the softness of her cheek and he felt as he always didthat leaving her was torture.
Ill come by tomorrow night.
Can you come for supper?
I came for supper last night. Your folks are going to get suspicious. They might suspect that I want to marry you.
The words always made Carla smile, and that smile got her kissed again. With reluctance Troy pushed away from the porch and walked into the night.
The wind had picked up some, so Troy took a shortcut home. He was a couple of blocks away from his house, in a quiet area of town, when he heard a scuffle in the dark. The shadows were deceiving but it appeared to be three on one.
Hey! Troy shouted as he ran without fear toward the fighting men. His presence frightened away the attackers and Troy knelt carefully beside the man who had been left on the ground.
His face was turned away from the moonlight, but Troy could see that he was well-dressed and that the side of his head was a bloody mess. He had the shock of his life when he rolled him over and found himself looking into Jeff Taylors face.
It was by sheer determination that Troy lifted the older man. Troy was huskier but Jeff was taller, and not a featherweight by any means.
Come on, Jeff, Troy panted, wake up and help me.
I dont have anything, Jeff mumbled as Troy got him onto his feet. But the next instant he started to collapse, so Troy drove his shoulder into Jeffs middle and hefted him up onto his right shoulder. The dead weight nearly staggered him, but he pressed on. Troy laid Jeff on the Bradford front porch and threw open the door with a shout to his family.
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The next hour at the Bradford house was like a nightmare. Troy was sent to tell the Taylors that Jeff was hurt and at their house. Jake went for the doctor.
The men had carried a semiconscious Jeff up to the first bedroom, which happened to be Bobbies. Bobbie was by nature a pretty cool customer, but the sight of Jeff covered with blood was almost her undoing. The women stripped him down to his pants before the doctor arrived and then had only a few minutes wait before the Taylor wagon thundered into the yard.
The doctor is in with him now, Jake told the anxious family. While they waited Troy filled them in on what he had seen. When he was finished speaking Bill Taylor thanked him.
Were just so glad you found him, Troy, and cant thank you enough for bringing him home. Nate, go to the Riggs and let them know what happened.
Ill go, Troy offered. You need to be here, Nate.